Earlier today, the Supreme Court came to the monumental decision on marriage (I’m deliberately not referring to this as same-sex marriage), namely deciding whether homosexuals have a right to constitutionally marry or whether state bans on same-sex marriage can remain in place. It’s perhaps as monumental (at least close to) as the 19th Amendment that passed in 1919 that allowed women the right to vote. It’s perhaps as monumental (at least close to) as the Voting Rights Act in 1965 that allowed blacks the right to vote. This could – perhaps like those other two monumental decisions – change the way an entire group of Americans are treated in this country. This could finally mean equality for all: women, minorities, and the LGBT community.
I mean, after all, we’ve recently seen the way that racism has nearly ceased to exist in America since 1965. We’ve seen the level of equality that women have achieved since 1920. I mean, we have, haven’t we?
Nobu Sushi, in case you haven’t heard of it, was created by a man named Nobuyuki Matsuhisa. “Nobu” as he is commonly known, started in an apprenticeship in a sushi bar in Tokyo, travelled from Tokyo to Argentina, back to Japan, and then to Alaska before finally settling down in Los Angeles. In L.A., Nobu opened his first restaurant called “Matsuhisa” in Beverly Hills. From here, he met his now good friend Robert De Niro (yes, that De Niro), and on De Niro’s urging opened the first ever Nobu sushi in New York in 1994. Now, Nobu Sushi exists on five continents – 32 restaurants in 28 cities around the world – and has been listed as one of the Top Ten Restaurant Destinations in the world by the New York Times (1993), among other honors. Nobu himself has been named One of the Most Influential Chefs of the Decade by Madrid Fusion (2009) and a nine-time nominee for Outstanding Chef by the James Beard Foundation (1997, 1999-2006). One of those 32 locations is in Stadium 2 at Indian Wells Tennis Garden in California, home of professionl tennis’ BNP Paribas Open (the proclaimed “fifth major”) every March. Stadium 1 of the Gardens holds the claim as the second largest tennis stadium in the world behind Arthur Ashe Stadium in New York. The Desert Sun, the newspaper of the Palm Springs area, reported in March of 2014 that the BNP Paribas Open brings in approximately $5 million a year in revenue from approximately 450,000 fans, and that’s just part of the estimated $350 million a year the tournament brings to the entire Indian Wells community per year.
In other words, Nobu – and Indian Wells – is kind of a big deal.
Chase, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Philly anymore
Embarking on week three as San Diego residents, there are some notable differences living here versus the East Coast that didn’t figure into the “Pros and Cons” list when making the decision to move out west. Continue reading
3,080 Miles, 10 States, Six Days, Two Humans and a Dog Called Chase
At first Chase was all kinds of confused, but cute as ever:
Chase’s home for the week
PA >> OH >> IN >> IL >> MO >> KS >> CO >> NM >> AZ >> CALIFORNIA.
Here we go.
For a while now I’ve been preparing for the move out west. The thought first crossed my mind when I got an interview at USC for residency way back when, but ultimately decided at that point NYC was what I wanted and cancelled the interview. Now after years of dreaming and contemplating, I’m finally doing it. I’m packing up, putting Chase in the car, and we’ll drive straight on til morning to the Promised Land called San Diego. As we get close to the day, people keep asking me what I’ll miss about Philly/NY. Continue reading
Apologies for the delay in the arrival of the post. Truth is, I was having trouble finding an inspiration for a post. I thought about writing my thoughts on Indian Wells and Sony Open tournaments, but didn’t really feel compelled. I also thought about discussing Wrestlemania 30, but given that I haven’t ordered the WWE Network and didn’t order it on Pay-Per-View it would be hard to give a comprehensive detailing. So my mind wandered over a variety of topics. Then, amidst my wonderings, a song from a film in my childhood reverberated through my thoughts. Sure, sometimes songs cross our minds and fade. This song, however, has been in my mind for the last several days. Thus this idea was born: I’m going to write about the 12 most influential/memorable films to me personally from my childhood (I was going to do 10, but couldn’t figure out which two to eliminate). One thing you’ll learn about me (if you haven’t already) is that I absolutely love film. Going through this list, keep in mind that I’m not saying that I am calling these the greatest movies of my childhood, merely the ones I remember the most. Enjoy.
This may be a tough pill for some to swallow, so bear with me.
One of the things I’ve learned in my life is the danger of extremes; the inability or refusal of two opposing sides or ideals to find a common ground. Perhaps to use a more accurate word, I’m talking about polarity. The dictionary defines polarity this way: “the presence or manifestation of two opposite or contrasting principles or tendencies.” Often, subtly and seemingly unnoticeably, those two opposite or contrasting principles manifest themselves initially in ways that don’t seem to contradict each other. Yeah the contrast comes from the way people interpret and act upon the principles. In this case, I’m going to talk about this concept in the sense of our looks and our bodies.
First of all, I’m going to address a kind of hot-button topic: political correctness. We in America have become so sensitive to criticism of any form, even if it’s positive. As such, we’ve pushed the notion that we have to stop criticism entirely. Now, I’m not in any way saying we need to start running around throwing insults at one another. But what I am saying is that we’ve gotten so sensitive to criticism that we’ve compromised a huge thing in return: accountability. We no longer push people to be accountable in the most important way: we no longer push people to be accountable to themselves.